Father Time

Album: Age Against The Machine (2013)
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  • Get the patriarch, the founder, forefather
    Initiator the forebearer your predecessor
    The architect and now Arthur I sponge you son
    Informed you, uungh better yet cleared your mind
    Used to stick your chest out son cause I was your father
    Gave you pride about your south side cos I was your father
    Used to listen to the tape pop and roll your quarter
    Let me slow down and state some fact
    I put chrome in my mouth they used to call me jaws
    I'm in the 84 "lac with the butterfly doors
    Dundgeon family, 100 deep when we in the streets
    Who you think ya big brothers them wanted to be
    I'm your father

    Influenced by few
    But I've been inspired many
    Dropasaurus Rex prime minister with the semi
    Set the standards for grimy intellectual niggas
    Sothern realistic flow special delivery
    Boy it's killing me ain't nothing new under the sun
    Sit back listen I tell you how the south was won
    With big guns, deep pockets and hard heads
    South white box chevy gold grills and dreads
    Never scared raised the bar while you tucked your tail
    Goodie Mob, Illuminati?
    What the hell?
    If anything boy we put your ass up on game
    Gave you food for your soul and nourished your brain

    My significance brings purpose when I'm nervous
    I remember the snow is falling on December
    as I matched the mink to winter
    As I noticed a similar pattern
    Of different characters in the matrix they were learning
    I'm your papi I'm the reason you were rapping
    I got no time for napping you still off in the trap and...
    You asking me what happened
    The music ain't the same
    We opened up your brains and we blow back through the veins
    And The facts still remains we gave away the game
    Our records helped you train
    And we got you through the pain and we stayed off in our lane
    We made it out the rain
    We're artist, we're teachers
    We're leaders, we're soldiers

    I contemplated completely killing my son
    If I can't cut the cancer out that's stealing my son
    To lay down my own life I am willing my son
    Yeah I remember smiling when I caught him stealing my gun
    Before I started building my son I was stealing for crumbs
    Couldn't tell the difference from how I was feeling from numb
    The four walls, the floor and the ceiling is slum
    And right outside the front door the kids were killing for fun
    And he had a room with a view
    And a couple of times he saw his daddy go outside and have some fun too
    But let's be clear I'm not your peer listen here
    I am harder, I'm smarter, I am Sparta
    I am your father Writer/s: CAMERON F. GIPP, COREY SIMON, KANNON CROSS, ROBERT TERRANCE BARNETT, THOMAS CALLAWAY, WILLIE EDWARD KNIGHTON
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Exploration Group LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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